Jace Stealer
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Nov 7, 2013 1:55:19 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on Nov 7, 2013 1:55:19 GMT -8
Lahiir watched and listened to Crom'nen with intent, studying his actions. He held up to his word and didn't shoot, and while it wasn't really much of a step at all, it was still a symbol of progress. His determination to separate himself and the Rylothian government from the Jedi was not overlooked, and mildly surprising. She knew that not all Senators of the Republic were sympathetic towards the Jedi, but his animosity towards them was interesting to say the least. Something to keep note of for the future. She remained quiet, feeling as though there was nothing to be said.
As for his next spiel, there were several reactions she could have resorted to. Sighing, rolling of the eyes, interjecting statements for the sake of interrupting, explicitly making a point of ignoring him, or blatantly having her men fry his brains so that they could continue the mission without further interruptions. But instead she calmly listened to him in a professional manner, keeping herself from portraying any signs of impatience. He might claim to be in the military sub-committee, but he was still a politician at heart.
"I will admit Senator, that our presence here has made the situation more complex. But by no means have we made it worse. I have stated what our allegiances are, our willingness to assist with the situation, both with medical aid and with combat support, and even had my men take a chance with the IR beacons just so you could track our movements to be sure, which is a huge risk considering the hostile force in the city. It does not take advanced equipment to pick up on that. It was your choice to thin out your forces rather than bolster them."
She paused for a moment, thinking back to their earlier conversation over the comm channel. A small smile crept to her lips.
"So you did in fact have the time to look us up. It's the only way you would have known considering I never mentioned that. While we did in fact work with the late Emerald Order, that was only our introduction to the relationship we have with the Republic and Jedi as of the present. If you look into the mission summaries you will see our extensive work in counter-slavery operations."
She shook her head slightly and looked back up Crom'nen.
"If you're really claiming to be in the military sub-committee then you must know that everybody's military structure isn't the same as the Republic. Within my organization I am on a higher tier than an average Second Lieutenant, not to mention we have a varied officer structure. Extra training and experience, combined with the nature of our work allow for those in my position to lead my forces in the field independently. I can however get in contact with my superiors. I'll have my comm operators proceed to contact them.
As for our registration, that has to do with part of the reason that we are here. All of that paperwork was being processed by ambassador Talki'na, who was here within the city. We were scheduled to pick him up as part of a security contract that he signed with us. But we arrived to the city as this... catastrophe struck. We immediately made our way here to his residence to see if he was home, but there was no sign of him. His assistant was here though, and he reported that he had left shortly before the disabled ship made contact with the city. He indicated that he would not have made it in time to be caught by the blast."
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Crom'nen
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Nov 7, 2013 11:23:46 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 7, 2013 11:23:46 GMT -8
I warned you that your advance would make the situation worse, and it has, whether you refuse to see it or not. We have lost all structure. Our Clan Leaders are dead, as many military leaders. While many Sesk'vati do listen to me, but others are more traditional, refusing to believe that a Sesk'bumat could also be a warrior or a leader. You were warned of this, and chose to engage anyway. As an alien military force, you do not get to chose to countermand the orders of the local government, (which unfortunately falls soley to me at this time,) whether Talki'na (whom I am not familiar with) gave you permission or not.
Secondly, I did not "look you up" as much as I took the time to study histories during my extensive hyperspace travel. That does not mean that I am able to verify your rosters, uniforms, or command structure. You apparently, believe that I will take this for granted, while you have not taken the time to verify MY position even though you are on MY world. As far as I am concerned, you should consider yourself fortunate that I came to take the time to discuss this in person instead of having the Chir'daki raze the building and comb the wreckage to verify your identity.
Meanwhile...
The Twi'lek soldiers stood in awe of the Jedi of a species they had never seen nor knew a name for. The Force-Sensative among them knew he was a Jedi. They waited for him to depart.
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Nov 7, 2013 21:09:19 GMT -8
Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Nov 7, 2013 21:09:19 GMT -8
My chest rose and fell, as I took deep breaths to help stow away the emotions for another time, and the all "fell" into a box and put on a shelf, where they would keep for a time, but they would need to be dealt with at some point. I look around and see that the Twi'lek haven't moved since I arrived. I sigh, and grin a bit sheepishly, knowing I'd made quite an entrance, yet again. I could thank both my mentors for that trick. I try to dredge up what little ryl I'd learned in my travels, but can only recall a name, given to me by on old Twi'lek spacer who I'd bumped into, literally, as a child. I decided that was better than nothing and try to make the most of it.
Citizens of Ryloth, I have been called Zeladav'rei, but it has been a very long time since I was last called by that name. I beg your pardon for not having a gift for you as is your custom when meeting others, if I recall correctly. I would be honored if you would each find your own way to fight slavery, so that you each may choose your own path to the stars, on your own terms, in your own time. Looking towards the warriors, I cant my head to one side in curiosity, wondering why they had not come forward yet, and call to them. Warriors, will you not lead your people to safety? Have you no questions for me? Are you really that unaccustomed to receiving foreign aid?
My sorrow wells up within me as I look on the Twi'lek before me. Many already with broken spirits, others lost and confused, some still in shock. This fate should never befall an being. And this race had faced more than its fair share of woe from slavers. Some had even willingly sold their women, though all had justifications for their actions. Tears come to my eyes, and drip down my cheeks as I look upon the beings before me. This is my purpose, this is my fate. To take back what has been lost, to rebuild what has been destroyed. I do not hide my tears, but let them flow freely, as I grieve for the immense loss of these people. My slate grey scales, contrasting my solid white eyes and teeth and black claws, are covered by a drab tan pilot's coverall. My slate grey, leathery wings, lay folded against my back. My feet are clad in thick durable, well polished grey boots. I holster my charric, on my right thigh, being convinced that no credible threats remained in the immediate vicinity. I cannot leave until I know that some other slaver crew won't be able to come in behind me and scoop up these Twi'lek and a new ship to boot. My ship continues to hover five meters over the slaver vessel.
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Crom'nen
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Nov 8, 2013 6:27:12 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 8, 2013 6:27:12 GMT -8
The warriors remained still, until the Force Sensative among them walked forward. He was strong and unafraid. He motioned for the slaves to come to him, and they did. Once they were off, he walked toward the ship's ramp.
You're a Jedi? You came back.
=Twi'lek 2= Why did you leave us?
It was easy to hear the heartbreak in the other Twi'lek's voice. She clearly was in pain. But before more could be said, engines could be heard. A pair of Twi'lek Deathseeds streaked in. The soldiers on the ground did not have time to radio up, so they began to wave off the fighters. One saw and withdrew; the other was too slow and fired a pair of concussion missiles, which should not be enough to completely destroy the vessel, but to damage it only.
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Dred Vizsla
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Nov 8, 2013 7:52:20 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Nov 8, 2013 7:52:20 GMT -8
=In the air= *Dred and his two basilisk escorts see the squadron up ahead a few clicks on radar. He gives the order to split up and let the uglies give chase to draw off their air superiority off Arkan's hover tank.*
=Near the Cutlass= *As a contingency plan, Dred told his Mando'ade to stand by. Should the Reavers fail to return or communicate, they were to take off and "assist" in aiding the hostage taking mission to make sure they had cover for their exit. Dred didn't want slaves but he knew that they would need cover to get off the planet. An insurance policy. Four drop shuttles take off. Each carrying 50 Death Watch Special Forces on them. 100 Wraiths and 100 Ghosts. They all had black Armor but the Ghosts had white T-visors and the Wraiths had grey T-visors. The Ghosts were demolition specialists. They excelled at setting up anti-tank and personnel minefields and mortars/artillery. They set up nasty surprises on the battlefield while the Wraiths were recon/scout snipers. They gave cover to the Ghosts with long range eliminations. And they were all on their way to gain an audience with Crom'nen, so he, Dred and Arkan could discuss this bounty business.*
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Nov 10, 2013 21:41:26 GMT -8
Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Nov 10, 2013 21:41:26 GMT -8
The warriors remained still, until the Force Sensative among them walked forward. He was strong and unafraid. He motioned for the slaves to come to him, and they did. Once they were off, he walked toward the ship's ramp.You're a Jedi? You came back. =Twi'lek 2= Why did you leave us? It was easy to hear the heartbreak in the other Twi'lek's voice. She clearly was in pain. But before more could be said, engines could be heard. A pair of Twi'lek Deathseeds streaked in. The soldiers on the ground did not have time to radio up, so they began to wave off the fighters. One saw and withdrew; the other was too slow and fired a pair of concussion missiles, which should not be enough to completely destroy the vessel, but to damage it only. I step away from the twi'leks as the force sensitive warrior steps forward. Only as focus on him, and look him over to evaluate what kind of commander he is, do I realize that he is a force user like myself. That makes me curious, as I was fairly certain that I was the only Jedi on Ryloth currently, but this man was obviously not a Sith either, since he had some compassion for his fellow twi'lek. His question causes me further grief, and guilt, but I nod an affirmative in response to his question, even as someone else asks another. As I consider my response to the second question, when I hear the sounds of low flying fighters nearby. Naturally curios I look up in time to see a pair of concussion missiles being launched from one the fighters straight at Twisted Fate. I have a few options, but no time to consider, so I begin directing what force I have gathered. As the missiles impact on the Twisted Fate's shields, the explosions were strangely small, though the shields still buckled, the hull held, and the explosions sounded as if they had happened much farther away. I'm now quite drained, both physically and mentally, though I manage to hang onto consciousness long enough to initiate a landing sequence aboard Twisted Fate, and whisper a response to the question I had yet to answer.I thought, you were in good hands... I made a mistake... sorry...Shihab slips into a deep sleep, his scales are oddly cold to touch. If left alone he'll awake in a few hours. At any rate, his core temperature will have to rise about five degrees before his body will allow him to wake up to any degree. What he'd done was use Pyrotechnics to minimize the burn rate of the war-head's charges. The hard part had been using it on two different explosions simultaneously, which was substantially more than he was accustomed to. His training had been done mostly with flame throwers and grenades, in truth is was very nearly miraculous that he accomplished what he did. And it would cost him dearly in the days to come.
Meanwhile, Twisted Fate's auto-pilot found an empty space not to far away and landed, as several small octahedral droids climb from a hatch on spindly legs to repair the fried shield projectors. The main hatch remains sealed and locked, though a competent slicer could open the lock with less than an hours work.
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Crom'nen
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Nov 11, 2013 7:17:06 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 11, 2013 7:17:06 GMT -8
=In the air= The ships spit into their three flights (missing two ships from one flight), each taking a very lose formation. The squadron leader, before turning to chase the center war droid, took a few pot shots at the tank to attempt to weaken the armor to give the guys on the ground a chance.
=Near Mahir= The Force user raced to the Jedi when he collapsed for some reason he did not understand. He was a Sesk'nabsilai, a Twi'lek force tradition. While they did not have the extensive training of the Jedi, they were derived from the Jedi and still had some ability. This one set out to use the Force to promote healing in the downed Jedi.
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Dred Vizsla
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Nov 17, 2013 12:22:50 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Nov 17, 2013 12:22:50 GMT -8
=In the air= The ships spit into their three flights (missing two ships from one flight), each taking a very lose formation. The squadron leader, before turning to chase the center war droid, took a few pot shots at the tank to attempt to weaken the armor to give the guys on the ground a chance.
=Near Mahir= The Force user raced to the Jedi when he collapsed for some reason he did not understand. He was a Sesk'nabsilai, a Twi'lek force tradition. While they did not have the extensive training of the Jedi, they were derived from the Jedi and still had some ability. This one set out to use the Force to promote healing in the downed Jedi. *Being that it was a hovertank and Arkan is an excellent pilot, he deftly maneuvers around the fire. Meanwhile the Three War Droids accelerate to get out of missle range before double-backing to engage. Letting the uglies see their speed and maneuverability.*
=Just outside Crom'nen's position=
*The four shuttles dump their payload of 100 Wraiths and Ghosts. The Ghosts begins setting up Explosive ambushes and attack those who resist. The Wraiths give cover and search out Crom'nen to bring him and his "men" into an ambush being set up by the ghosts.*
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Nov 17, 2013 20:58:38 GMT -8
Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Nov 17, 2013 20:58:38 GMT -8
An hour and half later, give or take about ten minutes, Shihab woke, disoriented and highly confused by the surrounding sounds, smells, atmosphere, and textures. His befuddled brain could only ask for food and water, which if provided he consumed quickly before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Later that afternoon, in a mostly intact hotel not to far from the battle field, Shihab woke once more. He vaguely remembered arriving, and seeing slavers on the ground, and then attacking the slavers, though he couldn't recall what had happened next. He sat up slowly, and steadied himself as the room began to spin. When his vision cleared he looked around the room, and felt his hip and thigh for his Charric and Lightsaber respectively.
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Ellie Ordo
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Nov 18, 2013 19:39:00 GMT -8
Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 18, 2013 19:39:00 GMT -8
Alema'vrei adjusted her grip nervously. She was nervous for several reason. First, she had no idea what she was looking at. She had never seen a Wookiee before. In fact, Ellie was the only being she had ever seen with hair. Second, she had no way of knowing if the "thing" understood her, or if it would be friendly. Third, she assumed it would not be friendly. Why else would the slavers lead it? Fourth, if it was not friendly, she was not sure if a stun bolt would put it down. Fifth, if a stun bolt did not put it down, she was not sure she would get a second shot. Sixth, she could not help but wonder where her people were.You sure about this? *Ellie gave Alema'vrei a hesitant glance but didn't respond. She activated her lightsaber and cut the restraints. The shackles didn't even hit the ground before the Wookiee rose to his full height. He toward above her and the medic. He let out a roar before darting past Ellie and into the hallway. Panicking slightly Ellie chased after him. She found him darting from room to room searching for something.*
"What are you doing? You can at least say thank you."
*The Wookiee let out a low rumble and continued his search.*
"Hunting? what are you hunting?"
*The Wookiee let out another growl.*
"You're hunting slavers? Well so are we." *She glanced back at Alema'vrei then back to the Wookiee.* "Let us help you. We will help you. Right Alema'vrei?"
*The Wookiee turned her attention to the two. He was large, just barely fitting into the hallway. The dark brown fur on his head was breaded in warrior fashion. His eyes studied Ellie for a minute before giving a growl of agreement.*
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Crom'nen
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Nov 19, 2013 11:00:17 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 19, 2013 11:00:17 GMT -8
Crom'nen heard the shuttles arrive, confirming, to him at least, what he suspected. This was largely an attempt to draw him out. They were within miles of his location in the southern portion of the city, while most of the "action" took place in the northern part, where the fires and firefights were largely contained.
The pilots, not limited to such boundaries, started to spread into lose formations, with each flight of four taking on a single droid. Talon Leader, squadron commander, knew his job. His pilots were well trained. They had received their orders. Now they were in the fight of their lives.
Meanwhile...
When Mahir awoke, his blaster was in place, but his blade was in the hands of the rooms other lone occupant, the Force wielding Twi'lek who had tried to help him. He now stood at the window, looking out.
Meanwhile...
Alema'vrei was nearly panicked with fear. She probably would have fired when the thing jumped up, but she was too slow. Now the Jedi girl was trying to help it. She did not try to be rude, but she was very ignorant. She spoke in low tones. You understand... beast? You want to trust it? I mean, I'm all for killing slavers, but this thing... I mean, Worm got in trouble for bringing you in.
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Nov 19, 2013 20:15:04 GMT -8
Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Nov 19, 2013 20:15:04 GMT -8
When Mahir awoke, his blaster was in place, but his blade was in the hands of the rooms other lone occupant, the Force wielding Twi'lek who had tried to help him. He now stood at the window, looking out. I frown as I notice the missing lightsaber, but notice that it appears to be in the hands of the Twi'lek standing at the window. I'm grateful for the unique bio-encoded activation switch, which all but guarantees that no one else can us my blade. An interesting feature to be sure, it was a byproduct of my late master's paranoia. I wonder why the twi'lek stands at the window, given the state of the city, but suppose that slavers are more interested in live cargo, than hunting down and eliminating twi'lek officials. Tilting my head, I begin to ask a question, and realize just how parched I am. Looking to the bedside table I see a glass of water, and down in a single quaff, before sliding my feet over the edge of the bed, as I try a second time to speak, this time with moderate success, though my voice is scratchier than usual.Thank you for your assistance. Who and what are you? I can feel your talent with the force, but you feel like neither Jedi nor Sith.Still sitting I begin to stretch first my legs, then my arms, next my wings, finally my torso and neck. The being before me had my interest at the moment, though I kept an ear out for sounds of traffic in the hall and outside.
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Crom'nen
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Nov 20, 2013 6:09:39 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 20, 2013 6:09:39 GMT -8
The twi'lek looked down at the lightsaber in his hands.
The Twi'lek people have our own Force tradition, started by a Twi'lek Jedi who left the order to return home. We are Sesk'nabsilai.
He then turned to face the Jedi. The streaks on his yellow skin where tears ran through the dust on his face was evident.
Our city is dying. I thought the Jedi were here to protect us. I thought the Jedi were stronger than us. Instead, one of your ships wrecked into the capitol. Our city is burning. Our people are hostage. Why did you come back?
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Nov 23, 2013 14:05:12 GMT -8
Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Nov 23, 2013 14:05:12 GMT -8
I came back, for the same reason that I came the first time. The people of Ryloth needed aid, and I had aid to bring. Not much aid, but some. I cannot undo history, nor can I atone for mistakes that are not my own. I am here aid the people of Ryloth in their war against slavers and the Exchange, to this end I brought a small fleet of ships to hinder illegitimate traffic coming and going from the planet. The real question you want answered, is why the Jedi left. I personally left, because I was freshly minted knight who though that an experienced knight and a Master, in a much larger and better equipped vessel, were more than capable of dealing with a small pirate ship and Yavin was under blockade. I felt was needed elsewhere, but then the jedi left here failed, and their ship was left to crash into the planet. The fools... I can only assume that the ships captain was killed early in the engagement, as he or she would have known better than to leave a crippled ship in orbit. Much was done that should not have been done, I am here to do what must be done if Ryloth is going to survive. But I cannot do that, without your help, for I do not know Ryloth, and cannot tell on my own whether it is healthy or sick.
Right now, I need food and water, or shig if you have it, if I am to be of service to anyone for long. After that, I will continue my hunt as best I can.
I put on my boots, left near the bedside, and stand slowly, allowing my body adjust to being up right after having been horizontal for so long. I look out over the destroyed city, and feel anger welling up in me, but I quickly box it away for later. The jedi had failed Ryloth, and it would cost them much in the days to come. And the jedi, still reeling from the mandolorian assault, had little left they could afford to lose.
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Crom'nen
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Nov 25, 2013 9:07:29 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 25, 2013 9:07:29 GMT -8
=Twi'lek force user to Mahir= There are elements on this world who would call you a war criminal. There are people who will kill you on site, at this point for just being a non-Twi'lek. There's a group here claiming to be here to help, and they are at war with the Sesk'vati. You are in danger here. I can sense you. They will not. Even those who do might not care. It would do you good to leave.
The Twi'lek tossed the lightsaber on the bed next to the Jedi.
I am Jer'afa.
Meanwhile...
Crom'nen departed from the building housing the Emerald Blades leaders. The battle raged around the city. Chir'daki fought against metalic flying beasts of death, ones Crom'nen had seen before. And now, enemies roamed the southern portion of the city seeking him. Little did they know, he sought them too. The city was honeycombed with tunnels, which were closed since the attack began to keep people from being trapped if another ship fell. Crom'nen did not fear another city. An enemy once threatened to cut out his tongue and dip it in gold, giving him the nickname "Golden Tongue." Surely these beasts would want a similar trophy. That gave him an edge. He ducked into a shadow and down into the darkness of the tunnels.
Come, F'rarl. There is killing to be done.
=F'rarl= (whispered) Whee.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Nov 25, 2013 10:17:10 GMT -8
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Nov 25, 2013 10:17:10 GMT -8
Arkan's tank narrowly avoided incoming fire from Twi'lek ships, starfighters were the bane of armoured ground vehicles. Luckily the city's narrow streets and crowded buildings provided much cover. However Arkan had an idea, one that would allow him to complete his mission and elevate his status. If only it included rum, it would be the perfect plan! The pirate Captain gives his orders to his escorts and then proceeds ahead of them on foot. He cuts through a few buildings and proceed up to the top of a small tower that sits next to a small square. Meanwhile his escorts disembarked from the tank and spread out into the surrounding buildings waiting in ambush positions as the tank moved to the middle of the small market square. The driver waited for the right time before activating the holo-projectors. They almost exploded into a giant blue column that shone into the sky above the Capital. It soon coalesced into a huge image of Arkan, suited in his jet black armour and completed with his bone white skull mask.
"People of Ryloth, I am Arkan of the Bloodrage Pirates. I have attacked your world and will continue my slaughter until you remaining leaders are brought to me. Anyone involved in bringing me the Planet's remaining Elders or Senator Crom'nen will have their life and the lives of their family sparred. Continue to defy me and watch your planet burn, the Jedi cannot help you now!"
Now he just had to wait. If his plan worked any leader still alive would be turned on by their desperate guards and he would soon be in control of the planet. At the worst he hoped that some leaders may volunteer themselves, either way he would enjoy a chat with them. Exchequer wanted the Senator dead, that was more than enough reason for Arkan to keep him alive!
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Crom'nen
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Nov 26, 2013 6:16:27 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 26, 2013 6:16:27 GMT -8
Crom'nen did not hear nor see the projection from the tunnels, but warrior groups, including many of the Obyrru, did. The speech was likely well rehearsed, and had been used many times with great success. But there were two things that Arkan did not anticipate. The first was Crom'nen's achievements. Through his over a decade of anti-slavery operations, through his reputation as a leader and a fighter, through a little deception and sheer force of an indominatable will, Crom'nen the Golden Tongue had one his many of his people's hearts and minds. They saw his as their liberator and savior. While some tribes resisted outright devotion due to tribal prejudices, by and large, the people loved him.
The second and far greater miscalculation was about the Twi'lek people themselves. They had a reputation as snakes, seeking only profit. That was because merchants and diplomats were in lower ranking castes, and often left the homeworld seeking a better life. On Ryloth, however, the highest ranking and most respected caste was the warrior caste. They had a high reguard for those who fought, especially for a good cause. They did not need the Jedi to save them. They had too much pride for that. They were still enraged, seeking someone to blame for their loss. They had attacked any non-Twi'lek they could find. Now one claimed responsibility and demanded obedience. But their culture viewed themselves as slaves no longer. They would go to war.
Many warriors, including those engaging the Emerald Blades, turned without orders and headed for the heart of the city.
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Jace Stealer
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Nov 29, 2013 23:54:16 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on Nov 29, 2013 23:54:16 GMT -8
I warned you that your advance would make the situation worse, and it has, whether you refuse to see it or not. We have lost all structure. Our Clan Leaders are dead, as many military leaders. While many Sesk'vati do listen to me, but others are more traditional, refusing to believe that a Sesk'bumat could also be a warrior or a leader. You were warned of this, and chose to engage anyway. As an alien military force, you do not get to chose to countermand the orders of the local government, (which unfortunately falls soley to me at this time,) whether Talki'na (whom I am not familiar with) gave you permission or not. Lahiir decided to remain quiet at this mention, as he was right about the situation but for different reasons. While it was true that they did not get permission to countermand orders because they were a foreign military force, that didn't mean they simply ignored it for the sake of the mission because they had a business to maintain. In normal circumstances, they would have been obliged the demands of the government and played by their rules. If it really posed a problem then they would have contacted their client and formed an alternative for meeting up or carrying out the mission. But in a degraded war-zone where the local government were unable to maintain the situation, the rules changed. Protocol dictated that they proceed with the mission objective and extract themselves and any other VIP as soon as possible, whether they had approval from the local government or not. They could clean up the politics of the events that had taken place at a later date. Being unable to carry out their objective during an unstable state did not look good on the record of a Private Military Contracting firm, as that pertained to a majority of their missions. As far as I am concerned, you should consider yourself fortunate that I came to take the time to discuss this in person instead of having the Chir'daki raze the building and comb the wreckage to verify your identity. This was true, albeit easier said than done. If they were to conduct a ground assault, they would have encountered several light machine gun positions and a few tactical marksman set up in nearby buildings. And if they used an aerial assault, it would be hard to hit the building with anything other than a high-grade bomb dropped during a guide, with thanks to the surrounding urban environment. But Crom'nen was right. He could have easily ordered a strike and caused severe damage, but instead he walked right up to their door. Something a weak politician would cower from."You are right, I should thank you for not ordering a strike against our position and instead showing up to discuss this situation... So, what do you propose? We have an objective which has evolved from finding Talki'na to finding him and combating these slavers. You have a damaged city of partially divided forces trying to combat what is turning out to be a large group of pirates and slavers, as well as said group coming to kill you. With this one common enemy, what do you propose?"
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Crom'nen
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Nov 30, 2013 6:11:29 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 30, 2013 6:11:29 GMT -8
"You are right, I should thank you for not ordering a strike against our position and instead showing up to discuss this situation... So, what do you propose? We have an objective which has evolved from finding Talki'na to finding him and combating these slavers. You have a damaged city of partially divided forces trying to combat what is turning out to be a large group of pirates and slavers, as well as said group coming to kill you. With this one common enemy, what do you propose?" Crom'nen leaned back in the chair as does one who is at complete ease. The very first thing is to order your troops to hault. They are still advancing on the core of the city yes? Ceasing this could be a show of good faith. Second, surrender to me. This is a mere formality of course, but if I can leave here and try to find our remaining military leaders and tell them you have surrendered to me, then my people will stop fighting yours. But I do not lie to my own people. Even though this is a formality, an issue I order I expect to be followed, else I will order your execution. Third, and this needs to happen immediately, I need to know more about this mysterious group of yours. If you want to help, truly help, I need to know fleet specs, here and elsewhere. I need to know about your command structure: who your leaders are. This includes military and civilian leaders, as well as financial backers. I need to know exactly who it is I am dealing with.
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Dec 1, 2013 14:38:50 GMT -8
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 1, 2013 14:38:50 GMT -8
Arkan's plan did not seem to be reaping the rewards that he would have expected. He had shut down the large holo-image of himself since the attacks increased, his Black Guard unit had been fending off the Twi'leks for a while but now they were having to change position and fall back to back-up locations under a more furious attack. The Captain was more or less safe in his elevated position in a small tower but he had another plan.
This is the Captain to the Cutlass, come in Cutlass.
Cutlass here, what do you need Captain.
I need a missile strike on the city, do you have missile tubes operational?
Tubes two and four are operational and can be ready within moments.
Excellent, I'm sending you co-ordinates of a target near me, make sure the strike is accurate!
We have those co-ordinates sir, firing in thirty six seconds.
Excellent, Arkan out.
The Captain had identified a building nearby that the enemy could identify and use as a staging are for attacks on his forces. Even if they weren't using the building now they might in future and he couldn't have that happen. He also hoped that enemy civilians were currently occupying the structure, that would add effect to his speech. However, his mission was stalling, this could not be allowed to happen.
Dred, come in, this is Arkan, do you have eyes on the Senator?
He said over the commlink as a concussion missile flew over the city, bound for its target.
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